The past two weeks have been hectic, to say the least. On February 1, I gave notice at my job, and when I shut down my computer tomorrow at the end of the day, I’ll walk out the door of my current employment for the last time—at least, the last time as an ID-carrying member of that society.
A different challenge awaits, but in the meantime, I’m racing to the finish, trying to leave things a little better than I found them, closing out as many project tasks as I can and emptying files of my unnecessary notes and telling people I’ll miss them.
I predicted a busy week this week, and asked Steve if he could take over Valentine’s dinner. He agreed with a sly grin, and set about developing a plan.
We’re spend-Valentine’s-in people. I let restaurants roll through one of their craziest nights unimpeded by me and my critical eye, and usually I come up with a menu that I think will dazzle. Fondue one year, pre-dawn double chocolate muffins another.
I came home from work last night to the smell of baking brownies, the fixings for risotto out on the counter, swordfish marinating. I sat in the kitchen with a glass of wine while Steve cooked, and the room filled with the smell of oregano and basil as he chopped herbs for the Risotto alle Erbe (Risotto with Fresh Herbs).
“Is it going to be bad if I leave these stems in?” Steve asked, waving a sprig of thyme in my direction.
I walked over to the counter and showed him how to strip the thyme, pulling the leaves back against their tiny stems so they fell to the cutting board. Steve nodded and finished the job easily.
I returned to the kitchen table, and when I lifted my wineglass, caught the scent of thyme on my fingertips. I set down the glass, lifted my fingers to my nose and breathed deeply, anticipating the dinner to come.
It’s not a recipe, folks, but it is my entry for Weekend Herb Blogging, which is hosted this week by The Chocolate Lady at In Mol Araan. Check out the full round-up of posts sometime after Sunday afternoon!